Flat pack — 10 Comments

  1. Thanks for that, I was going to visit Ikea and do something similar, but you've brought me to my senses.

    • Ikea is one of life's little pleasures that I have never enjoyed.  Nor do I ever intend to enjoy it.

      The trick [apparently] is to not only measure to see if your acquisition fits, but also to measure if you can get it to where it's supposed to fit.  If you follow my drift?


    I know the feeling. One time herself wanted to re-do my son's box bedroom with tons of flatpack. It was two units that ran the full length of either wall with an inch to spare either end too. One unit had a bed on top of it and the other had a desk in the middle of it. Remaining floor space as such, allowed only for a single swivel chair. When I had (finally) set up the first of these huge fuckers, (with screws and stuff to spare as usual), In she comes and tells me that I've put it on the wrong side of the room and orders me to, "Just turn it around."

    You could not have fitted a fart in the space between it and the wall. Technically, I assembled one of the shagging things twice. Soon after that actually, I was diagnosed with high blood pressure …….

    • Wrong approach.  When the missus tells you they are in the wrong place you should tell her to move the fucking things herself.  It not only teaches her essential carpentry skills but also prevents cardiac arrests on your part.

  3. Assembling flat pack furniture in a phone booth. Sounds like a good idea for an Olympic event.

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